To speak of morals in art is to speak of legislature in sex. Art is the sex of the imagination.

Criticism is the windows and chandeliers of art: it illuminates the enveloping darkness in which art might otherwise rest only vaguely discernible, and perhaps altogether unseen.

All one has to do to gather a large crowd in New York is to stand on the curb a few minutes and gaze intently at the sky.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

Hollywood is ten million dollars worth of intricate and high ingenious machinery functioning elaborately to put skin on baloney.

No man can think clearly when his fists are clenched.

Common sense, in so far as it exists, is all for the bourgeoisie. Nonsense is the privilege of the aristocracy. The worries of the world are for the common people.